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In the middle of a forest clearing, resting on a large, flat rock, Phantasmas sat contemplating on what hes seen so far of the land called Pyrria. The old, white dragon stroked his beard as he recalled his time leading up to here, he met many new, fascinating dragons, beautiful and majestic landscapes. Of course, there was also the danger, which is not so friendly dragons and dangerous territory, even the humans to! Not all of them are, but there's always those who have darkness in their hearts, like how he rested in a cave and a couple of humans killed him in his sleep, thinking he had a treasure hoard he was guarding. Thankfully he always hid his real body and left a clone in the open to keep watch for him. The killers left disgruntled of course, but when the clone disappeared, they sure ran off quickly enough. "Maybe...I am getting too old for this." he said to himself sadly. He knew he was possibly one of the oldest dragons still alive, even though he can make himself appear younger, but he still felt the passing years continue to grow on his shoulders. Even his illusion body is starting to reflect his state mind, usually he looked to be a adult dragon that was soon becoming a elder, to now actually looking like one. His face wrinkled with age, his beard which was once grey now white and longer, his wings slightly tattered, and his body slightly frail. Well, its not completely bad he guessed when he looked himself over, at least he'll look nonthreatening to most dragons, hopefully not thinking hes a easy target. He yawned, "Enough with this thinking Phant old boy. Some rest will clear your wrinkled head well enough." He said to himself with a slight smile as he laid and closed his eyes, soon snoring off to sleep.

_______________________"You'd be surprised at what a elderly dragon illusionist such as myself can come up with young one.""Killed me? Sorry to burst your bubble there, but all you killed was a illusion. Heh, I may be old, but I'm not that senile yet."

Grima was drinking from a nearby stream when she thought she heard someone say something. She couldn't make out what they had said, but she could tell the direction it came from. She walked closer to the noise while saying, "Hello?" Curious to see who could be near her. She soon came upon an oldish looking dragon who was now sleeping. She contemplated wether she should try to wake him up or not, and decided it would be best if she let him sleep. She turned around and got ready to fly away, but she clumsily hit her wing rather hard on a tree, making fall strait on its side. She cringed at the ruckus she had accidentally caused and paused in wait to see if it had woken up the other dragon.

It was time for some flying, it had been awhile since he had flown. Stretching his long snake like neck Edan let out a large and powerful roar. Leaping into the air he snapped his wings open and began flying through the air. The god felt the wind though his wings and let out a content noise. Everything was calm until he saw a male, white and shadowy. He shrugged. It was only a dragon. The thing that caught his attention was the large crash. Looking down he watched as the female he knew as Grima knocked down at tree.

With a chuckle the male tilted circling the forest once before landing right next to Grima, his landing for once graceful, of course not as graceful as the female known as Astral, goddess of the moon and stars but graceful enough to not wake the sleeping brute. Folding his wings tightly to the side. A chuckle rumbled through his chest again as he locked eyes with Grima. "Doing some redecorating I see?" he asked sarcastically with a chuckle.

Turning his head the god cast a glance at the male. He seemed innocent enough. He was older, bearing tattered wings. The thing that made him take a second look was the long white beard. He cast his golden eyes over the male's face. The wrinkles that bore his face also told his old age. Smiling softly the male decided to not wake him. Turning back to Grima he was not at all frightened by her gargantuan height, as many dragons were large here. It was Edan who was actually kinda small, being only 70ft tall. Well compared to Grima and the old male he was small, being towered over by the two.

Unlike the previous two who had landed by the sleeping dragon, the Seawings Leader was anything but graceful. She hit the dirt rather hard, muttering curses under her breath and shaking the dirt from her wings. She stood, snorting angrily at her failed attempt to get better at flying. Shine was anything but graceful on land or in the air. She was arguably the most graceful Seawing while in the water, but she was horribly clumsy on land, and a poor flyer. Her sister had gotten the genes for large wings, leaving Shine with ones that-though powerful and useful for swimming-lacked the size to hold her in the air for long or high up. She shook her head, the shell necklace dangling from her neck tinkling faintly as it knocked against the bag around her neck and looked around. She noticed three other dragons almost immediately. One was an older, white and slightly pale looking dragon, and she smiled slightly as she watched him(hopefully) still sleep. The other two were awake, and she knew none of the three, but tried to put on a happy smile an settled comfortably on the ground. "Hello, I'm Shiningwater." She introduced herself in a voice filled with false happiness, though it was good cover up. Anyone who knew her long enough would have been able to easily detect it, as the loss of her mate had hit her heard, and greatly affected her personality. Newcomers would-unless they were very perceptive to emotions-not notice any real difference. She cocked her head curiously. "What're your names?"

So much for some sleep. Phantasmas thought to himself when he first heard the dragon called Grima came over and tried to leave but hit a tree. Then another dragon, a firewing from the heat and tone of voice, and finally another dragon landed with a not so graceful landing, probably a Seawing, at least she sounded nice. Probably best to greet them, since it would be the neighborly thing to do, and best keep up the act as a elder just napping at this spot. Once thought out his act, he slowly woke up with a yawn, "So much for the nap. That aside, hello to you all and welcome to my small spot of, or was, solitude. My name is Phant, a pleasure to meet you all." He said politely with a formal bow of his head.

_______________________"You'd be surprised at what a elderly dragon illusionist such as myself can come up with young one.""Killed me? Sorry to burst your bubble there, but all you killed was a illusion. Heh, I may be old, but I'm not that senile yet."

Before Phant "woke up" grima replied to Shiningwater's question. "I'm Grima and uh sorry about the tree, I've always been the clumsy type." She awkwardly laughed while she inspected the tree that she ushers down. It's roots were sticking out of the ground still covered in dirt and a lot of the smaller branches had fallen off. "Yeah....but hey, at least I didn't wake up the old crone back there, right?" Immediately after she heard Phant begin to talk. She cringed and slowly turned to face the dragon who she woke up. "Ummm...hi...you don't mind that I kina Sorta-ish tipped that tree over by accident...Okay there's no kina sorta-ish to it, but it was by accident, I swear! Oh. And uh sorry for waking you up like that. That wasn't my intention at all, I promise. Pinky promise even.....Oh wait I don't have pinkies anymore, do I? Yep I kinda forgot about that very important information......Whoops.." Grima once again awkwardly laughed while smiling guiltily.